Part 11 (1/2)

_Jack_ (_springs up_). My G.o.d, you're done up. Sit down.

_Belle_ (_in terror_). No, no, no! He'll hear you! He'd not keep me if he thought I was sick.

_Jack_. d.a.m.n his soul! Have you no one to take care of you?

_Belle_. I have a sister, sir. But she can't earn enough for two.

Please let me be.

_Jack_. Poor little girl!

_Belle_. I'll be all right. It's near closing time. I'm tired--that's all.

_Jack_. What time do you come on?

_Belle_. At ten o'clock, sir.

_Jack_. What, in the morning?

_Belle_. Yes.

_Jack_. Fourteen hours! And you have to stand up?

_Belle_. Of course.

_Jack_. The whole time?

_Belle_. Oh, no! I have time for two meals.

_Jack_. And that's all?

_Belle_. It's the same everywhere, sir. They don't like you to sit down. It wouldn't look right. (_Seeing Schmidt entering Left_). Will you have some dessert, sir?

_Jack_. No, not yet. (_He finishes food, then turns to Schmidt, hesitatingly_.) See here, my friend.

_Belle_ (_in terror_). No, no!

_Jack_ (_waving her aside_). I'm sorry, my friend, but I'm afraid you'll have to have me arrested.

_Schmidt_. Hey? Vot?

_Jack_. You'll have to have me arrested.

_Schmidt_. Vot you mean?

_Jack_. I mean--I've eaten a meal and I haven't any money to pay for it.

_Schmidt_. No money!

_Jack_. Not a cent.

_Schmidt_. Aber--vy--how you dare?